Ling Momo didn’t have time to turn on the light when she was kissed by someone.
The man’s lips were very soft.
Carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
Enson’s movements were exceptionally tender, and as the taste of alcohol dispersed between her lips and teeth, she felt somewhat dizzy.
She just felt this man was so cautious, tender as water.
It gave her an illusion, as if... this man was treating something precious, like a cherished jewel.
Ling Momo thought, it turns out, the high and mysterious Enson was also a very gentle person.
In her mind, she tried hard to depict Enson’s appearance, yet she could not manage to picture it at all.
She didn’t know if it was because Enson had been drinking, but tonight he was exceptionally different, although she couldn’t see his face or his expression, strangely, he made her feel dizzy, made her more compliant than many times before, without her control.
Her compliance brought more of the man’s tender cherishing.
Ling Momo felt a tumultuous palpitation.
It wasn’t until the man’s hand moved towards her waist that Ling Momo suddenly seemed to remember something, reached out her hand, and struggled to stop the man. Flailing on the bed, she finally found what she had brought with her, then stuffed it into the man’s hand.
The man frowned as he felt an additional small, square-shaped pouch in his hand. He didn’t know what it was, fumbled with it briefly, and then realized it was—a condom! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveIＦire.net
The man hidden in the darkness, his gaze suddenly turned somewhat dark.
What was she giving this to him for?
He didn’t want to use it!
Enson set that thing aside.
Ling Momo stammered as she spoke, "Put that on, it’s safer."
Enson ignored her and continued with his actions.
Ling Momo’s struggles became more intense, showing no cooperation at all.
Enson pressed her shoulders, staring motionlessly at her.
Although she couldn’t see, Ling Momo could still feel the man intently watching her in the pitch darkness.